She does her make up every night to sit at home and cry

Her friends will try and try but fail to get her out at night

She's been through hell and now protects herself with all her might

But no one wants to die alone and know they didn't try, so

She doesn't wanna be alone But she's still healing open wounds

She's not the person that you knew But she still has a heart of gold

It's Friday night, tonight's the night, the lights are bright

Her friends arrive, they all look nice but she's the prize

She took her time but still gets caught up in her mind

Knows love is hard to find but the grind is worth the Prize

Shorty in the club on a mission, got a couple drinks in her system

Feeling loose, Don Julio is her preference, going down smooth that 1942

Party all night with her best friends, hit one club then the next one making moves

Shorty get lit when the sun set off that juice that 1942

Just got off stage, we're in LA but still the night is young

Don't wanna leave so we decide to hit the conga room

No I don't smoke and I don't drink but all my **** do

Glo said you can't find love in clubs but Usher said we could, so

Tonight I'm moving with a goal Not tryna leave here on my own

I'm looking all around this room For someone with a heart of gold

This spot was dead, we hit the next one on the list

I see someone but she was leaving with her friends

Somehow they end up at the next club that we're in

Then we lock eyes, that's how my story started with

Shorty in the club on a mission, got a couple drinks in her system

Feeling loose, Don Julio is her preference, going down smooth that 1942

Party all night with her best friends, hit one club then the next one making moves

Shorty get lit when the sun set off that juice that 1942